Experiencing the experience

My work demands travelling quite a few times in a year. Fortunately, to destinations that I haven't been before; always carrying my passion for photography. During initial trips, I was cocooned in the camera, capturing in it whatever awed me; from tall buildings to gardens; from women to heavily armed cops; from cars to monuments, which contributed to my 1200+ printed photo gallery. My eyes searched for anything that fits my frame and until the rollfilm lasted. It was an experience in itself; capturing while enjoying myself and later sharing experieices with my friends and relatives.

This intro again relates to my experience with Bengali babus at the RFC*. They left no leaf unturned in the 2000-acre park that is not captured in photos. All with pride and glory with Yashica cameras. In fact, many of them had the age old Yashicas.

Even I have come of age. I now take more pleasure in experiencing the experience than capturing it. I look back and laugh.

*RFC - Ramoji Film City